Mr. Taylor). Mr. Taylor, who was
entering the hall just as this allusion was made to him, replied
that the would rather have a sleek head than a blockhead.

Mr. McMullen then said: "I intended nothing personally offensive,
which no one ought to have known better than the gentleman himself.
I made use of the remark at which the gentleman exhibited an undue
degree of excitement to produce a little levity; neither of us
ought to complain of our heads. If united, there would not be more
brains than enough for one common head."

Senator Jones, of Tennessee, generally called "Lean Jimmy Jones,"
was the only Democrat who ever tried to meet Mr. John P. Hale with
his own weapons--ridicule and sarcasm. One day, after having been
worsted in a verbal tilt, Mr. Jones sought revenge by telling a
story as illustrating his opponent's adroitness. There was a
Kentuckian, he said, whose name was Sam Wilson, who settled on the
margin of the Mississippi River. He had to settle upon high lands,
near swamps from ten to twenty miles wide. The swamps were filled
with wild hogs, which were considered a species of public property
that every man had a right to shoot, but they did not have a right
thereby to shoot tame ones.

Sam had a very large family, and was known to entertain a mortal
aversion to work. Yet he always lived well and had plenty of meat.
It was inquired how Sam had always so much to eat? Nobody saw him
work. He used to hunt and walk about, and he had plenty of bacon
constantly on hand. People began to suspect that Sam was not only
shooting wild hogs, but sometimes tame ones; so they watched him
a good deal to see whether they could not catch him. Sam, however,
was too smart for them, and always evaded, just (said Mr. Jones)
as the honorable Senator from New Hampshire does. Finally, old
man Bailey was walking out one day looking after his hogs at the
edge of the swamp, and he saw Sam going along quietly with his gun
on his shoulder. Presently Sam's rifle was fired. Bailey walked
on to the cane-brake, as he knew he had a very fine hog there, and
looking over he found Sam in the act of drawing out his knife to
butcher it. Old man Bailey, slapping Sam on the shoulder, said,
"I have caught you at last." "Caught thunder!" said Sam; "I will
shoot all your blasted hogs that come biting at me in this way."
"That is the way," Senator Jones went on to say, "that the Senator
from New Hampshire gets out of his scrapes."